Healing a Wounded Covenant

Children of Holocaust survivors reclaim their heritage.

Children born in the post-Holocaust era of the 1940s, 50s and 60s grew up knowing their parents had gone through hell on earth. The ghosts of murdered grandparents, aunts, uncles and siblings loomed large in their homes by their very absence. Sounds like an atmosphere ripe for major crises in faith. Yet, from many of the survivors who either lacked the strength to believe in a benevolent God or to observe His Torah came offspring who have picked up the discarded baton and enthusiastically embraced observant Judaism. I am one of those who chose to reclaim my heritage and have always wondered if there were more like me. These are the stories of survivors’ sons and daughters whose struggle with faith led to consequential life choices.

Children of Holocaust survivors inevitably absorb the emotional repercussions of their parents’ trauma.

The “2Gs,” (the generation after the Holocaust) as many of us refer to ourselves, span a two-decade age range. Some of us were born in war-torn Europe, some smack dab in Middle America, but we all share basic commonalities that helped shaped our sensibilities about what it means to be in a world that could suddenly and brutally fall apart. We felt different, because our parents were different.

Born in the Bronx, New York, and raised in the Rego Park section of Queens, Allen Kolber remembers himself as a nervous and fearful child. “I was obsessed with the Holocaust,” he says. “By the time I was eight, I had amassed a whole collection of Holocaust material. I was trying to understand my father’s experience.”

Allen Kolber’s father at age nineteen, when World War II began. The photo was most likely taken by the Judenrat for ID purposes.

His father had grown up in Sanz, Poland, and was 19 when the war began. On Yom Kippur 1939, the Germans dragged the Jews out of the shul across the street from his home and brazenly cut off their beards. “My father decided then and there that he was leaving,” says Kolber. “He told his parents they should do the same, but they resisted. He convinced a brother and sister to join him and together they traveled to Soviet-controlled Lemberg.” The Soviets then shipped them to a labor camp in Siberia. “My father went through the war with a pouch around his neck that contained five photos of his family. Except for the brother and sister [with whom he had fled], his parents, two brothers with their families and another sister were murdered.”

Although his parents were raised in Torah-observant homes, Kolber, 46, was not. “Judaism [in our home] was defined by the Holocaust,” he says. “My Jewish identity was the European Holocaust identity. It wasn’t about a relationship with God or learning Torah.”

If there was any indication of his father being religious before the war, he “lost it completely afterwards.”

“He wasn’t anti-religious,” says Kuber. “[In fact,] he spoke about [his life in the shtetl] with fondness. He remembers going to cheder as a five-year-old, but doesn’t [seem to] know any of the Jewish practices. [Yet], in the photograph I have of his parents, his mother is wearing a sheitel and his father is wearing a koppel [kippah].”

At the age of 16, Kolber’s mother fled with her family from Berlin to France, to Spain, then to Portugal, and finally to the United States in 1942. Unlike her husband, she maintained an affinity for frumkeit. “They struck a compromise,” says Kolber. “We had a kosher home and Friday night dinners. On Shabbos, my mother, sister and I would go to a Conservative shul and then we were free to do whatever we wanted. She did, however, raise me with the sense that it would be good for me to become religious when I got older.”

Children of Holocaust survivors inevitably absorb the emotional repercussions of their parents’ trauma; its effects are usually played out as they enter young adulthood and begin to make their way in the world. Kolber describes his father as always having difficulty venturing beyond his own four walls. “He had this thing about suitcases. He couldn’t bring himself to pack a suitcase; he didn’t go on vacation or sleep away from the house.” Similarly, Kolber found that he also had difficulty navigating life. “It took me six years to graduate college,” he says. “I started out pre-med and got kicked out of [college]. I was depressed; I just sat in my room all day and smoked.”

Many survivors internalized the crushing deprivation foisted upon them; this, too, was passed on to their children. “I would ask my father, ‘What are you eating over the sink for? Sit down at the table and eat on a plate,’” says Kolber. “And he would answer: ‘You think I had a plate in Siberia? You think I need a plate? I ate for five years without a plate.’ I felt I didn’t deserve to be happy, to be fulfilled and complete.”

Kolber managed to graduate from Stony Brook University in Long Island, New York. He decided to go to law school, and to look into Judaism. Throughout his three years of study, he attended Torah classes in Manhattan during the school year and learned at Ohr Somayach, a yeshivah in Israel, each summer. He also started going to shul.

After graduating from law school, Kolber went to Israel for a year of Torah study and returned to the United States with a kippah, tzitzis and a desire to get serious about Judaism. He quickly set up a schedule of intensive Torah learning with Rabbi Dovid Schwartz, associate director of the Jewish Heritage Center in Queens.

Many 2Gs feel a tremendous sense of purpose.

Also a son of survivors, Rabbi Schwartz, 50, has mentored a number of 2Gs who became ba’alei teshuvah. “The overwhelming sense that I get from learning with 2Gs is that their parents were generally silent about their experiences,” says Rabbi Schwartz. “Once they conducted their own Holocaust research and realized the enormity of the murder rate and how miniscule the chance of survival was, they felt a sense of mission, as if to say: ‘If my parents survived and they were incapable of regaining their connection to Judaism, I’ll be darned if I’m not going to.’ It brings them to a tremendous sense of purpose.”

Allen Kolber and his son, Shmuel.

Today, Kolber, an attorney, lives in Monsey, New York, with his wife, Liora, and their four children, each of whom is named after members of his father’s martyred family. His mother recently died; she had taken ill soon after the birth of Kolber’s first child and had been incapable of fully enjoying the gratifying nachas of grandparenthood. “I was wondering if she can see everything now,” says Kolber. “I have boys with peyos and tzitzis, and a girl who wears a long dress. She would be so happy with that.”

The Soul-Saving Power of Giving

Like Kolber, Sherry Dimarsky, of Chicago, also received the message of “you don’t have to actually practice Judaism, but value it.” I interviewed her a year prior to her passing at the age of forty-six. Dimarsky’s parents were both from Chassidic families in Poland, and had clearly taught her “that the Torah is emes [truth], but we don’t have the koach [strength] to do it all.” During her early years growing up in Cleveland, Dimarsky’s family attended an Orthodox shul on Shabbos and yom tov. “When we didn’t go to shul, we stayed home and watched cartoons,” said Dimarsky. “We kept yom tov one hundred percent, but didn’t keep Shabbos [fully]. Friday night we had Shabbos dinner. It didn’t matter how old you were, or if you were in high school and running around with the sports team. No discussion; Friday night was Shabbos dinner. That’s how it was.”

Her father, one of seven children, was raised as a Gerrer chassid. In 1939, his family was thrown out of their home and sent to camps. Her father and his brother, Itchie, were sent to a number of work camps. It was during this time that Dimarsky’s father witnessed a scene that would haunt him for life. In the process of trying to help another Jew avoid certain death, Itchie himself was killed by the Polish murderer’s bullet. “My father said that at that point, he didn’t care if he lived or died anymore,” said Dimarsky. Later, while assigned to the gruesome job of sorting through the possessions the Nazis had stolen from thousands of Jews (earmarked for their wives in Germany), he recognized his mother’s winter coat. “My father understood at that moment that she was dead,” said Dimarsky. “He remembers walking back to the barracks, and he laid himself down. He was told that he stayed that way for seven days without moving. Then he got up and continued life.”

“My parents are shockingly optimistic human beings.”

“My parents are shockingly optimistic human beings,” said Dimarsky. “They were in a position to save other people’s lives as well as their own during the war.” Dimarsky was convinced it’s what kept them sane. “If you asked my father what were some of the happiest moments of his life, he’ll describe the day immediately after the war, when everything was destroyed—how the Jews lived truly to help each other. Because he had two pairs of pants he considered himself a rich man. He said: ‘I met a Jew who had none, and I gave him one.’ That’s how my parents lived.”

During the Russian exodus of the 1970s, Dimarsky’s mother readily housed Jewish refugees in their Cleveland home; she clothed them, fed them and found them jobs. Dimarsky remembers her mother informing her on many an evening: “Sherry, go stay by the neighbors next door; there are Russians in your bed.”

Dimarsky’s mother had been raised in a Chassidic home in Lancut, a small town in southeastern Poland, which prior to the war had a thriving Jewish community, constituting one-third of the city population. Her mother and sister, with the help of another sister’s husband, survived the war by bribing Gentiles to hide them. Their first “hosts” turned them in. Her mother’s sister and brother-in-law, along with their newborn baby and two-year-old child, were murdered by the Nazis; Dimarsky’s mother, her other sister and the murdered sister’s three-year-old child miraculously survived. Dimarsky’s mother raised the child in a Polish barn. “[For the remainder of the war], he couldn’t stand up or speak during the day,” said Dimarsky. “He is married now, has two children and became a very high ranking officer in the American military.”

Nathan and Betty Berliner
(Dimarsky’s parents) after the war.

Dimarsky’s parents met shortly before the end of the war and married soon afterwards. After losing most of their families, they suffered the death of their first child. In 1950, the Hebrew Immigrant Aid Society (HIAS) helped them immigrate to the US.

Despite their adversity, according to Dimarsky, her parent’s home was one in which God was a palpable and loving entity. “I talked to God before I could speak,” she said. “I never asked the question of why God does bad things to people. I always knew the world was a really hard place; nobody promised me it wouldn’t be.”

Though Dimarsky and her siblings attended public school, they also went to an after-school Talmud Torah several times a week. While Dimarsky may not have learned the nuances of halachah, she was imbued with emunah (faith) and bitachon (trust) in God. In spite of their catastrophic losses, Dimarsky’s parents transmitted to their children a profound and abiding love of being Jewish.

“My father had a [ritual],” she said. “He would wake up early in the morning, do his exercises and daven. Years back, he didn’t daven with a minyan every day, because he had to be at work. [I’d watch him as] he sat quietly and he would sit and wait. Then he’d get up and put on tefillin and daven. In my twenties, I thought to ask him what he was doing when he sat there. He told me: ‘I took Hakadosh Baruch Hu [the Holy One, blessed be He] to a beis din [a Jewish court of law].’ I asked him who won. He said: ‘Sometimes He wins and sometimes I win.’ I asked what happens then. He said: ‘It was time to daven Shacharis.’”

Nevertheless, by the time Dimarsky entered Northwestern Law School, she was more involved in feminism than in Judaism. At one point, she participated in organizing an international conference on “women and the law.”

“I was the only Jew who knew anything about Judaism,” she said. “So I handled all the Jewish programming. In the process, I found myself confronting anti-Semitism among the other Jews [on the project].” Her moment of truth had arrived. “We were working on a conference and it had to be accessible to everyone with a disability, as well as to those who are bilingual. Yet, they scheduled sessions on Shabbos. I objected, and they said: ‘But you don’t care.’” Surprising herself, she responded: “Of course I do.”

Eventually, Dimarsky discovered that feminism left her cold and disillusioned. “After the war, my parents had nobody left,” said Dimarsky. “[So,] they built themselves a community of friends that are closer than family….I was looking for this idealized community. It was critical to me.” She began searching intensely. “I knew that [a Torah-based life] was the alternative, but I wasn’t ready for it yet. I didn’t know how to get from point A to point B. I didn’t have the knowledge.”

Meanwhile, Dimarsky’s best friend began taking a class in Chicago catered to college students interested in Jewish learning. This inspired the friend to move to continue learning. While visiting her friend, Dimarsky decided to take some classes herself. “I flew,” she said. “In a matter of months I was really solid.”

Sherry and Rabbi Eliezer Dimarsky. Like her survivor parents, Sherry, who contracted a fatal disease in her forties, refused to let hardship adversely affect her faith. Photo courtesy of Rabbi Dimarsky

Dimarsky was soon introduced to her husband, Eliezer, a Russian-born semichah student at the Telshe Yeshiva who had been involved in the religious underground in Kiev. They married in 1990, settled in Chicago and began building an observant home. As is the custom, Dimarsky named her four sons after family members who had perished. Soon after giving birth to her third child, the message she had learned in her early years, that the world was a “hard place,” became very real. She contracted sarcoidosis, a disease which causes extreme scarring of the lungs. “It wasn’t clear that I was going to make it,” she said. “I never asked [God] why this was happening to me,” she said. “That kind of crisis of faith is not mine. [Instead], I asked: ‘What am I supposed to do with this?’ My crisis of faith has always been questioning if I am good enough. The whole world had to go to war for me to be born. Have I justified my life?” She put herself on the list to receive a lung transplant. (Click here to read an article about Sherry.)

”My crisis of faith has always been questioning if I am good enough. Have I justified my life?”

Very much her parents’ daughter, Dimarsky refused to let hardship hamper her relationship with God or her yen to give and to inspire. “The thing about growing up as a child of survivors is that loss is normal,” she said. “We pray that we can grow from it and not let it destroy us.”

Despite her disease, Dimarsky remained an integral part of the Heritage Russian Jewish Congregation of Chicago, the outreach organization for Russian Jews that she and her husband had established in 1998. Since its inception, the organization has brought 2,000 Russian Jews back to their spiritual roots. The Dimarskys also founded a Hebrew school for Russian-immigrant children.

The family maintained their open-door policy, installing a large oxygen tank in a central location in their home, enabling Dimarsky to move about. While hooked up to a long tube, she continued to host scores of Shabbos, yom tov and weekday guests.

After receiving a life-saving lung transplant in August 2004, Dimarsky was blessed with an additional few years. Soon, however, the lung began rejecting her body, and on January 7, 2008, her lungs finally gave out.

Based on her vigorous commitment to Torah life and her constant demonstrations of love for other Jews, she needn’t worry; her life was more than justified. Undoubtedly, Dimarsky would attribute her spiritual accomplishments to her original teachers, her parents—whom she called “walking masters of chesed.”

“We were raised with [the concept] that we are here [to] give,” said Dimarsky. “I knew that it was only [through] Torah that one could become fully actualized. It was inevitable that this was where I was going.”

Born on the heels of our parents’ agonizing trauma, a horror spurred solely by the fact that they were Jews, many of us 2Gs needed to dip into the very essence of what the Nazis found so objectionable – Judaism.

Allen Kolber speaks for all the sons and daughters of Holocaust survivors who reclaimed their Jewish faith and heritage from the ashes. “On Tisha B’Av, I heard a rav state that it is a Jew’s obligation to ‘mourn with the rest’ of Klal Yisrael [the Jewish people]. We, who saw the destruction of the Temple close up, couldn’t help but mourn. What we needed was to find the joy in Judaism—so that we could rejoice with the rest.”

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Visitor Comments: 16

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Sarah Leah,
July 16, 2012 12:01 AM

Thank you. I am deeply moved by your accounting, of your parents' struggles during and post holocaust. I believe these stories and memories important to keep future generations cognizant of the 'never again' Jewish historical mandate.
If any one has similar stories to share now is the imperative time to commit to writing them down to share before these experiences vanish into oblivion like the bodies of the millions who died.

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Anonymous,
July 15, 2012 10:28 PM

I thought that I could contribute a comment, but all I can do is sit here and cry.;

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Joy,
July 15, 2012 8:17 PM

God does NOT "do bad things" to His people; Other people do the bad things!

G-d has given us the gift of Life - that's it! He's not the Grand Puppet-Master, and we're not His puppets on a string! He is ALWAYS here and in our presence; but he has also given the gift of Life to those who become our enemies. Then we learn what we may not already know: Like Sherry Dimarsky, we keep Faith through good times and extremely horrific times as well. It's not a matter of a G-d for the good times only. As that old saying goes, "Whoever said that life was fair or just?" The struggle to actually live is over - when we die. That's it. Accept or reject. G-d is forever.

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Rachel,
July 15, 2012 5:25 PM

So, what do we do to help 2G/3G non-Observant Jews?

Both my in-laws were hidden children; both of their fathers were murdered in concentration camps. After the war, living in Europe, it was still a struggle just to survive. Neither of my in-laws is religious.
My husband (the grandson of the 2 murdered men) is the only one of his generation raising Jewish children.
We have never had any success trying to interest his cousins in their Judaism. What can we do to try to keep the Jewish heritage of these families alive, aside from raising our own Jewish children?

Anonymous,
July 17, 2012 10:11 AM

Keep Trying!

Keep trying ------don't give in by 2G/3G remaining Jewish they defeat the terrible Nazis & Co and their evil designs! Never give up on a Yiddisher neshoma,

Anonymous,
July 17, 2012 1:23 PM

Practice tolerance

What you can do to "help" 2G/3G non-observant Jews is to, please, stop trying to "help" us and practice tolerance - the assumption that you have the "answer" is all part of the slippery slope to saying one religion or way of practicing it is better, which makes another worse. How about just letting everyone make their own decision and as long as we're good people who teach our kids right from wrong, then to each his/her own. Please reflect on your assumptions and their potential consequences. Personally, I'm a 2G, I found this article moving and interesting but I do not relate to the religious aspect, it's just not there for me. I consider myself a deeply moral person and I feel honored and proud to be here knowing what happened to my grandfather (murdered), so maybe you can focus on the cultural and moral implications that might speak to non-observant Jews and stay away from the religious aspects. I know this would speak to me in a much more successful way.

Bayla Sheva Brenner,
July 17, 2012 3:16 PM

Practice truth

Thank you for your comments. In response...
"...stay away from the religious aspects." One can't separate Torah (the Creator's blueprint for us) from Judaism, morallity or culture. If we, as you proposed, leave people to decide "right" from "wrong," they become completely subjective perceptions. And a Hitler can define what is moral and what is not. Torah and morality are one and the same.
Please explain what you mean by "...reflect on your assumptions and their potential consequences?"

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ruth housman,
July 15, 2012 3:27 PM

what is this story all about?

I believe as Jews we all recognize we went through a time of atrocity, and it's very difficult to encounter the horrors of those Nazi years, and the years before this, of pogroms, of continuing hatred and terror, and also accept our faith, meaning the deep conviction that we're here for a reason, and that our Shema is meaningful and timeless, as is Torah. It would be not humane not to question Divinity, given the inhumanity of murder, of cold blooded murder and hatred beyond understanding that resulted in such unspeakable tragedies. And yet we persist, and yet we are still standing, generations that do remember. What do we make of this? Was this Holocaust a Hollow Cost, meaningless and about the absence of G_d, and then why was G_d so absent, or was G_d always a visible presence, as in the miracles we do record, that happened during and after the War, miracles of people meeting, of stories that seem made in Heaven, that seem so directed by a prescient, all knowing presence in our lives? How do we absorb and make sense of what at times appear senseless carnage, and how do we encompass an all loving G_d in this, our collective stories?
I see we were never forgotten, and that for story itself we were made to go through this, and G_d knew, it would all come out all right in the end. Now it is almost impossible to envision this on this "plane" and unconscionable perhaps to say this. But my life of constant, unremitting synchronicity is telling me there is a story, sub rosa, that's going to bring it and us all, Home.
Could it be, it's not over, when, it's over. And could it be, we're here, all of us, the entire world, as souls, to learn lessons in humanity, and that meaning is somehow derived from that cauldron of terrible despair. How dare I say this? Only because of my life, and how I have been made to suffer in that knowing.

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Anonymous,
July 15, 2012 2:46 PM

Her father, one of seven children, was raised as a Gerrer chassid. In 1939, his family was thrown out of their home and sent to camps. Her father and his brother, Itchie, were sent to a number of work camps. It was during this time that Dimarsky’s father witnessed a scene that would haunt him for life. In the process of trying to help another Jew avoid certain death, Itchie himself was killed by the Polish murderer’s bullet.
Please have the interviewee review his notes. I'm afraid there is a typo. Poland was overun by both the German and Soviet armies in Sept 1939. The German Nazi Regime sent up all the concentration camps in occupied Poland. 6 million Polish citizens were murdered by the Germans in these camps. The murderer in this story was more than likely a German SS Officer.

Anonymous,
July 15, 2012 4:59 PM

Nope, murderer was most likely a Pole!

Many, many more Polish Jews were murdered by Poles than by German Nazi's! Often the Polish murderers were neighbors in the same town or nearby towns - there are too many accounts of Poles murdering all the Jews in the village!!! Then, they took possession of the Jewish houses and all their possessions!

Anonymous,
July 16, 2012 6:42 PM

Shifting blame from the Germans!

This is a sick, history-bending comment and you are whitewashing the Germans. More Poles are honored as Righteous Gentiles than any other nationality. The events you describe were exceptions. BTW, the Germans also killed almost three million Polish Christians. Learn some history instead of spouting nonsense.

Anonymous,
July 16, 2012 6:58 PM

Historical facts show that the Germans were in full control of their camps.

Bloodlands by Timothy Snyder would be a good place to start your education.

Anon,
July 15, 2012 5:30 PM

All participated

Not sure if it was an SS officer or not but many survivors say the Poles, Ukranians, Lithuanians, Muslims, and others were just as bad and murdered prob bono. You can't conquer Europe if you're the only soldier... (most) Germans did not mind being Jew-free

Anonymous,
July 17, 2012 7:19 PM

Typo?

All I can repeat is what Joe told me a young boy Forty years ago. Joe, a Polish Jew from Warsaw survived two years in Auschwitz. His words, 'the Poles were worse than the Germans." The words still shock me today as when I heard them so long ago.

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Anonymous,
July 15, 2012 9:11 AM

Melboune Australia - 50% of the Jewish Community are descendants of Holocaust survivors

Very interesting article - well done aish.com especially since we live in Australia!
Here in Melboune Australia - 50% of the Jewish Community are descendants of Holocaust survivors!
When the survivors came to Melbourne after World War 2 they cajoled/pushed/pressed the Community to begin Jewish Day Schools - the then local locals 'mainly Australian & Anglo born Jews" protested but with effort and skillful reasoning and determination they Baruch Hashem persevered.
They elected to the then Community body their own representatives and campaigned for Jewish Day Schools a real tachliss situation.
The fruits are that:
Now 50% of Jewish school kids in Melbourne go to Jewish day schools!

I want to know about the concept of "sin" due to Adam and Eve eating from the Tree of Knowledge. The Christian concept of sin revolves around the fall of the man and the "original sin." Does Judaism view it the same way?

The Aish Rabbi Replies:

Adam and Eve were punished according to their actions. In other words, God laid down the conditions for Adam and Eve to live in the garden, provided they would not eat from the Tree of Knowledge. However, if they were to eat from that tree they would be punished by experiencing death. (If they had not eaten from the tree, they would have remained immortal.)

This sets down the basic principle in Judaism of Reward and Punishment. Basic to this is that every person has the choice of doing good or bad. When a person chooses "good" – as defined by God – he is able to draw close to God. In other words, every individual has a chance to "gain salvation" through his own actions.

My understanding of Christianity, however, is that the Original Sin has infected all of mankind to the point where individuals are incapable of achieving salvation through their own initiative. Man is "totally depraved" and therefore his only hope of salvation is through the cross.

This belief is contrary to the teachings of Judaism. From the Torah perspective, an individual does not need to rely on anyone else to atone for them. In Judaism, sins can be "erased" altogether by sincere repentance and a firm resolution never to repeat the mistakes.

For more on this, read "Their Hollow Inheritances" by Michael Drazin – www.drazin.com

Yahrtzeit of Moses in 1273 BCE (Jewish year 2488), on the same day of his birth 120 years earlier. (Consequently, "May you live to 120" has become a common Jewish blessing.) Moses was born in Egypt at a time when Pharaoh had decreed that all Jewish baby boys be drowned in the Nile River. His mother set him afloat in a reed basket, where he was -- most ironically -- discovered by Pharaoh's daughter and brought to Pharaoh's palace to be raised. When Moses matured, his heart turned to aid the Jewish people; he killed an Egyptian who was beating a Jew, and he fled to Midian where he married and had two sons. God spoke to Moses at the Burning Bush, instructing him to return to Egypt and persuade Pharaoh to "let My people go." Moses led the Jews through the ten plagues, the Exodus, and the splitting of the Red Sea. Seven weeks later, the Jews arrived at Mount Sinai and received the Torah, the only time in human history that an entire nation experienced Divine revelation. Over the next 40 years, Moses led the Jews through wanderings in the desert, and supervised construction of the Tabernacle. Moses died before being allowed to enter the promised Land of Israel. He is regarded as the greatest prophet of all time.

Lack of gratitude is at the root of discontent. In order to be consistently serene, we must master the attribute of being grateful to the Creator for all His gifts. As the Torah (Deuteronomy 26:11) states, "Rejoice with all the good the Almighty has given you." This does not negate our wanting more. But it does mean that we have a constant feeling of gratitude since as long as we are alive, we always have a list of things for which to be grateful.

[Just before Moses' death] God said to him, "This is the Land that I promised to Abraham, to Isaac, and to Jacob" (Deuteronomy 34:4).

The Midrash says that Moses pleaded to live long enough to be able to enter the Promised Land. He surrendered his soul only after God instructed him to enter Heaven and inform the Patriarchs that the Israelites had come to their Land and that God had indeed fulfilled His promise to give the Land of Israel to their descendants. To fulfill God's will was dearer to Moses than his craving to enter the Land.

It is only natural to cling to life, and the thought of leaving this world is depressing. However, if a person develops the attitude that he lives only in order to fulfill God's will, then life and death are no longer polar opposites, because he lives to do the will of God, and when that will requires that he leave this world, he will be equally obedient.

The seventh day of Adar is the anniversary of Moses' death. He wanted to enter the Promised Land so that he could fulfill the commandments and thereby have a new opportunity to fulfill the Divine wish. He surrendered his soul willingly when he was told that there was a special commandment for him to perform, one that could only be achieved after leaving this earth.

We refer to Moses as Rabbeinu, our teacher. He not only taught us didactically, but by means of everything he did in his life - and by his death, as well.

Today I shall...

try to dedicate my life to fulfilling the will of God, so that even when that will contradicts my personal desires, I can accept it with serenity.

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